Chapter 9 The Mountain God’s Betrothal Gift

Chapter 9 The Mountain God’s Betrothal Gift

Hearing Li Erhu's inquiry, Lin Zhongtian nodded slightly, then pointed at the pig leg and then pointed in the direction down the mountain.

Li Erhu instantly understood that this pig leg was rewarded to him by Grandpa Mountain God.

He didn't have to hunt today and could go straight down the mountain.

Li Erhu knelt down on the ground excitedly and kowtowed to Lin Zhongtian again. Then he took off the animal skin wrapped around his shoulders, wrapped the still bleeding pig leg, and went down the mountain happily carrying the pig leg.

After Li Erhu left, Lin Zhongtian turned around and walked in the direction of the cave.

Behind him, three tigers, one large, two small, pounced on him and began to eat the huge wild boar king.

"Interesting, there is actually a village under this mountain..."

Lin Zhongtian thought this while focusing on his other body.

At the same time, the elated Li Erhu finally discovered, or rather remembered, the existence of this little squirrel above his head.

He held a huge pig's leg on his shoulder with one hand, and held a broken hunting bow in the other hand. He tried to turn his eyes upward, as if he wanted to see the little squirrel above his head.

"Little guy, why are you still here? Does Grandpa Mountain God no longer want you?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Li Erhu regretted a little. He felt that he had offended the mountain god, so he sighed a few times and muttered something like he didn't mean to do it, and the mountain god should not blame him.

After confessing his crime, Li Erhu said again: "Grandpa Mountain God must have forgotten you. How about I send you back first?"

The little squirrel glanced at him and slapped his neck with its big fluffy tail like a cattail leaf fan.

"Ugh...it hurts!"

Li Erhu couldn't help but tilted his head and rubbed his shoulder on the other side.

"Well, it seems you don't want to go back."

Li Erhu muttered a few words, then quickened his pace and rushed home with a smile on his face.

The village at the foot of Yingzui Mountain is called Qiugang Village. Perhaps because of its location on the mountain, all the buildings in this village are basically made of stone.

Along the way, Lin Zhongtian saw the stone walls, stone houses, stone roads and stone bridges built by the villagers in Qiugang Village, as well as the stone wells dug at the head of the village, as well as the stone mills and stones placed in the yard. Stool, etc...

To be honest, if he hadn't seen the stone tablet with the words "Qiugang Village" engraved at the entrance of the village, Lin Zhongtian would have almost thought that this village was called Stone Village.

Lin Zhongtian looked at the stone houses on both sides in amazement, admiring the wisdom of the ancient working people.

Soon, Li Erhu returned home.

He first called his mother excitedly several times, and when he found that her mother was not at home, he put away the pig legs given by the mountain god with some disappointment. Then he rushed to the mountain temple at the entrance of the village and offered a few sticks of incense to the mountain god's grandfather.

"Thank you, Grandpa Mountain God, for your blessing. Erhu will definitely offer you incense and burn paper money for you every day from now on!"

Li Erhu murmured in a low voice while kneeling on the futon devoutly and kowtow to the statue of the mountain god.

Lin Zhongtian stood next to the altar table, looking around with disgust.

It is said to be a mountain temple, but it is actually a larger shrine.

The entire mountain temple covers an area of ​​only ten square meters, and the space inside the temple is extremely limited. Apart from the altar with the statues of the gods and the altar table with the incense burners and candlesticks, there are only three futons in front of the altar table.

As for the statue of the mountain god of Yingzui Mountain on the altar...

Lin Zhongtian turned his eyes, looked at it, and nodded.

The appearance of this statue is quite majestic. If the yellow mud painted on the outermost layer is regarded as golden armor, it should also be regarded as the image of a golden armored general. But I don’t know who the prototype of this statue is, or it is just the imagination of the villagers. the result of……

At this moment, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the temple.

Lin Zhongtian looked back and saw a middle-aged man wearing a green robe crossing the threshold and walking into the temple gate. He looked at Li Erhu who was still kowtowing on the futon with a smile on his face and said with a smile: "I said this temple gate Why did it open inexplicably? I thought I forgot to close the door, but when I came over and took a look, I realized that it was you who secretly came to offer incense to the mountain god!"

"Tell me, what good thing did you catch today, and why are you so eager to come over and kowtow to the mountain god?"

As the middle-aged man spoke, he walked to the offering table and naturally glanced at the merit box where the incense money was stored.

"It's for paying temple blessings!"

As soon as Li Erhu saw the person coming, he stood up excitedly, pulled Fu Miaozhu's sleeve and chattered: "Fu Miaozhu, you don't know what I saw today - I met the mountain god grandpa! Just like my father and Lao Miaozhu As I said, that tiger was indeed the mountain patrol beast of Grandpa Mountain God. Today, on the order of Grandpa Mountain God, the tiger killed the wild boar king that was causing harm to Yingzui Mountain. I was watching from the side and saw …”

Before Fu Miaozhu could react, Li Erhu started talking.

Fu Miaozhu twitched his sleeves unnaturally, frowning as he listened to Li Erhu's chatter.

He didn't notice at all that on the altar table behind Li Erhu, there was a little squirrel with lively eyes looking at him.

Lin Zhongtian observed the mountain temple temple priest with great interest and found that the sleeve of his right hand was much longer than that of his left hand.

Noticing this detail, Lin Zhongtian did not hesitate to turn on the Baiyan-like perspective. After a closer look, it turned out that Fu Miaozhu's right hand had no fingers at all, only half a palm left.

Judging from the cross-section of the finger, it seems that it was not born, but was cut off by someone.

No wonder he covered his right hand with his sleeve.

"interesting……"

A smile appeared on Lin Zhongtian's face.

You know, having your fingers chopped off in ancient times was not a good experience.

In a situation like his where all five fingers were broken off at the root, the possibility of a fight or accident is ruled out. The only possibility is that he committed a crime and was punished by the government, or became addicted to gambling and offended the dealer by cheating. .

Of course, it is also possible that he was framed by others.

But if this was the case, it would be impossible for him to smile like this.

Covering his right hand with his sleeve shows that he is ashamed of it and feels a little inferior because of it. At the same time, he has a grudge and a little hatred towards this matter, but being able to smile shows that the hatred in his heart is not that deep. , and may even subconsciously feel that having his hand chopped off was the right thing to do.

All the circumstances were combined, and the image of a villain or a prodigal son who was once smart, but indolent, who only wanted to eat for free, cheat and cheat, suddenly emerged in Lin Zhongtian's heart.

"I just don't know if this prodigal son has ever turned back..."

Lin Zhongtian was thinking this while observing Fu Miaozhu's expression with great interest.

On the surface, his brows were furrowed, as if he was listening very seriously, but in fact, his eyes kept turning, and the look he looked at Li Erhu didn't seem like he was looking at a friend, but more like he was looking at a fat sheep. Thinking about how to scrape a layer of oil from this fat sheep.

"It seems there is no turning back."

Lin Zhongtian shook his head when he saw this.

Sure enough, before Li Erhu could finish speaking, Fu Miaozhu interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, Li Erhu, is everything you said true?"

"Of course, for such a big thing, would I still lie to you?"

Fu Miaozhu frowned, and his serious look made Li Erhu a little nervous. He couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

"Of course!" Fu Miao said, "You said that not only did Grandpa Mountain God not blame you, but he also rewarded you with a pig's leg?"

"yes."

"Are you sure that was given to you by Grandpa Mountain God?"

"It's difficult...isn't it?"

Li Erhu looked confused, and subconsciously began to recall the previous scenes in his mind.

But Fu Miaozhu didn't give him time to think. He coughed twice and said with a serious face: "Erhu, let me tell you the truth, this pig leg is not a reward from the mountain god to you, but a gift from the mountain god to your family." The betrothal gift!"

Lin Zhongtian: "..."